"Sleep is like the unicorn – it is rumored to exist, but I doubt I will see any."
ahhhh, sleep. like a dear friend who comes for a long-awaited visit, where coffee and catching up are all that is on the schedule... beloved sleep, where have you gone, why have you turned your gentle face from me? i long... i crave... i need...
evelyn is going through a faze. or at least i am praying it is a faze. she has been waking multiple times during the night and wanting to eat. she is a healthy, heafty bundle of rolls, some that go for miles, and not in any way in physical need of nourishment throughout the midnight hours.(so say the dr) she had us fooled starting around 5 or 6 weeks of age and until our recent move, proving to us that she could pull out 8 to 10 hours of blissful sleep. the kind that makes you adore her even more and want to just stare at her plump little cheeks and watch her belly heave up and down slowly in the wee hours of the night. we no longer stare at those aforementioned plump cheeks and heaving belly. no. we walk briskly... no, run...sometimes sprint...to the bed in hopes of gaining just one four hour block of blissful zzzz's. and when i say "we" i generally mean i. being the wonderful, perfect wife that i tend to be i allow my husband to remain bed-bound until his work alarm goes off in the morning while i brave the front lines throughout the darkest hours of the night. so right now i am writing this half awake, half asleep. these days i somewhat resemble a zombie. at least i manage a little mascara, otherwise i'd look like the lady in the water. and i don't know what is scarier: lady in the water or a zombie.
in other news...
sam is working very hard at finding a more permanent job. he has a second interview today with a bank that seems promising. we believe God is teaching us many things during this transitional period of our lives and excitedly seeking what He might have in the near future.
i celebrated my 29th birthday this week. somehow my 20s escaped me and without notice or alarm. but i keep hearing the 30's are better, brighter...i'll let you know. next year.
what else. what else. i suppose since i am having to stop to think that either means there isn't much else to report or i need a second cup of coffee. we will go with both!
so long, farewell. and sweet dreams.
ahhhh, sleep. like a dear friend who comes for a long-awaited visit, where coffee and catching up are all that is on the schedule... beloved sleep, where have you gone, why have you turned your gentle face from me? i long... i crave... i need...
evelyn is going through a faze. or at least i am praying it is a faze. she has been waking multiple times during the night and wanting to eat. she is a healthy, heafty bundle of rolls, some that go for miles, and not in any way in physical need of nourishment throughout the midnight hours.(so say the dr) she had us fooled starting around 5 or 6 weeks of age and until our recent move, proving to us that she could pull out 8 to 10 hours of blissful sleep. the kind that makes you adore her even more and want to just stare at her plump little cheeks and watch her belly heave up and down slowly in the wee hours of the night. we no longer stare at those aforementioned plump cheeks and heaving belly. no. we walk briskly... no, run...sometimes sprint...to the bed in hopes of gaining just one four hour block of blissful zzzz's. and when i say "we" i generally mean i. being the wonderful, perfect wife that i tend to be i allow my husband to remain bed-bound until his work alarm goes off in the morning while i brave the front lines throughout the darkest hours of the night. so right now i am writing this half awake, half asleep. these days i somewhat resemble a zombie. at least i manage a little mascara, otherwise i'd look like the lady in the water. and i don't know what is scarier: lady in the water or a zombie.
in other news...
sam is working very hard at finding a more permanent job. he has a second interview today with a bank that seems promising. we believe God is teaching us many things during this transitional period of our lives and excitedly seeking what He might have in the near future.
i celebrated my 29th birthday this week. somehow my 20s escaped me and without notice or alarm. but i keep hearing the 30's are better, brighter...i'll let you know. next year.
what else. what else. i suppose since i am having to stop to think that either means there isn't much else to report or i need a second cup of coffee. we will go with both!
so long, farewell. and sweet dreams.
Ah yes, I remember just such an experience: we were also enjoying the bliss of regular sleep when our littl'un started waking up at 4am every day. There was plenty of advice on how to get him to sleep again, but all I remember of this hazy time was that it was a short phase and he eventually started sleeping again. So maybe this is not the motivational comment you were hoping for, sorry! But don't give up! :)
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